therapy

I just want a kiss
to taste your memories,
I’ll quench my thirst
with the bad ones,
sipping the salt of your past.
I promise to leave
you with some minty ones,
good times
dripping on your lips,
wet memories
to seal your fractured dreams
so they don’t bleed out
their glowing marrow of hope.
I got you by my teeth.
My tongue
knows hypnosis.
My mouth
is a great therapist.